“Can I just…” Nick starts and doesn’t finish. His hands flex and clench repeatedly where they rest on his thighs as he momentarily grapples for words. Sighing, he peers up at me so softly, so gently, it makes me want to cry all over again. “C’mere for a second.” I’m not sure I have a choice but I’m also not sure I’d object. Not when strong hands wrap pull me between his thighs again. I’m silent and pliant as he guides me to sit sideways on one of his broad thighs. One hand glides to rest on the small of my back while the other coasts upwards. His palms glides over my neck, his thumb tracing my
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